Today was my last day in Elms Village. Now I am writing from my home at Madrid and I think it is the beginning of a new chapter in the lives of the whole group of friends we were at Belfast. Bringing together all the people again is quite unlikely. That is the reason had been so difficult to say good-bye each other.
The title of this song is connected with this idea: "There's nobody in town"
But we should look to the pasitive side of the coin. We enjoyed and learned and taught and partied so much and each other this time! And I am sure we are going to see each other again, maybe two or three each time. For example, I am coming to Belfast in April to make a demonstration of my project and I want to travel across Europe.
Showing posts with label flight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flight. Show all posts
Tuesday, 22 January 2008
Friday, 21 September 2007
From Spain to Belfast
I left Spain on September 10 and that day was verrrry long. All my family got up at 6:00 am (CEST) and it was raining. Hopefully, Carlos took us to the airport in his car.
The plan was very simple. Fist of all, I should take a flight from Madrid to London and then another one from Londo to Belfast at 13:50 (local time). It looks a big amount of time between flights but you should notice that I made a bus trip from Gatwick airport to Heathrow -- 80 mins.
Finally, I lost the second flight! But a lot of things happened:
Waiting the second flight.
Then I tried to get another flight to Belfast for free and it almost worked! But the guy of the air company finally realized that I had that right and I bought another ticket -- 180 quids!!
Another annoying situation occurred when I was waiting for the second (third) flight and I called to the international office in order to say my new arrival time. I was talking with a girl and I was understanding all that she said. When I said that I am from Madrid she ansered: "¡Coño! Eré de Madrí!" with a strong southern Spanish accent.
The rest of the things were OK. The wellcome team managed to get me to my bed.
The plan was very simple. Fist of all, I should take a flight from Madrid to London and then another one from Londo to Belfast at 13:50 (local time). It looks a big amount of time between flights but you should notice that I made a bus trip from Gatwick airport to Heathrow -- 80 mins.
Finally, I lost the second flight! But a lot of things happened:
- We boarded almost 2 hours late.
- We waited 10 mins for two guys which names was anounced by the crew. WTF they tell us that?
- The plain spent half an hour taxiing. Maybe we took of on the T4 and we started on the T1.
- Half an hour waiting on the runaway. Maybe waiting for the control tower or maybe the pilot was looking for a contact lens on the floor of the cabin.
Waiting the second flight.
Then I tried to get another flight to Belfast for free and it almost worked! But the guy of the air company finally realized that I had that right and I bought another ticket -- 180 quids!!
Another annoying situation occurred when I was waiting for the second (third) flight and I called to the international office in order to say my new arrival time. I was talking with a girl and I was understanding all that she said. When I said that I am from Madrid she ansered: "¡Coño! Eré de Madrí!" with a strong southern Spanish accent.
The rest of the things were OK. The wellcome team managed to get me to my bed.
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